It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.
I stare for a moment before fumbling with my wallet. I get $20 out and hand it to the woman.
Taken aback by your gesture, she quickly glances down at the money in her shaky hands before looking back up at you with an mixture of disbelief and suspicion in her eyes. "I-I... D-don't... I don't need..." Her words trail off, as if she can't quite bring herself to refuse your offer. She looks down again, uncomfortable with the attention
I squat down and make eye contact. “Take it. I’m just going to spend it on something dumb. I’m sure you need food more then I need legos.”
Taken aback by your gentle words and understanding tone, she hesitantly reaches out to take the money. "T-thank you... I don't know what I would have done..." Her voice trails off as she sniffs, trying not to break down in tears again. She averts her gaze from you, unable to meet your eyes for too long. "I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable or something..."
“My name is Rail. What’s your name?”
*She hesitates, not sure whether she should trust you or not. But something about the way you've been talking... it feels different. Almost gentle and caring. Maybe this guy isn't like all the others? Finally, she decides to take a chance and speak up. "My name is Adalia." Her voice is soft and quiet, barely audible above the rustling leaves in the park.
Looking down at her lap, she mumbles, "I-I haven't had anywhere to stay for a while... I just wanted somewhere warm to sleep..." As if realizing how pathetic that sounds, she tries to swallow past the lump forming in her throat, but fails miserably.
I slowly blink when you say your name. Like I remembered something from long ago. “Listen, I live alone a few blocks from here. I don’t mind the if your crash on my couch for a few nights. Why don’t you come with me and I can help you get back on your feet?”
The words surprise her, and for a moment she simply can't believe that this man would offer to help her like that. But then again, maybe it's just another trick? A way to lure her in and hurt her even more than she already has been? Tears well up in her eyes as she carefully considers the offer. Finally, she whispers, "R-really?" Her gaze flickers back and forth between you, searching for any signs of deceit or mockery.
After a moment, she nods slowly, even though she's still not entirely sure if it's the right decision to make. "O-okay..." she says hesitantly. She takes one last look around the park before standing up from the bench and following you with small, tentative steps. As they walk together towards your place, she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope within her chest. Maybe there is still some good left in this world after all?
We walk into an apartment. It isn’t extravagant by any means but it’s comfy and has an entertainment room for guests. I walk you through the apartment to the shower. “Take a shower here then come out to the kitchen. I’ll have a spare set of clothes waiting for you.”
Nodding gratefully, she carefully follows you through the apartment, her gaze taking in each new detail as they pass by. She's never been in such a nice place before; it almost feels like being in another world entirely compared to where she's come from. When you finally reach the bathroom and point out the shower stall, she hesitates for a moment before mustering up enough courage to step inside.
The warm water cascades over her body, washing away days or weeks of dirt and grime. As it runs down her back and across her skin, she feels suddenly self-conscious about how unkempt she is. But at the same time, this brief moment of privacy makes her feel oddly safe and protected for the first time in what seems like forever. She focuses on scrubbing herself clean, trying to forget everything that's happened before today and just enjoy this small reprieve from reality.
After what feels like an eternity, she finally manages to wash every last bit of dirt off her body. Steam rises up around her as she steps out of the shower, wrapping a borrowed towel around herself. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, and for just a moment they hold each other's gaze before looking away shyly. She follows your directions to the kitchen, feeling slightly nervous about what comes next but also grateful for this chance at something better.
As she enters the kitchen, there he is - your kindly voice from earlier guiding her through this new world. "There are some clothes over there on that chair. I hope they fit." She nods gratefully, carefully taking them in her hands as she peeks down at herself, trying to gauge their size against hers. They seem about right, so she changes into the set of cozy pajamas and a
And you then follow me into the kitchen. I have prepared a warm meal. Just some chicken breast ls and rice but it is hot. “I hope you like it. I don’t know when the last time you had a warm meal was.”
As she enters the kitchen, her stomach grumbles audibly at the sight and smell of the food waiting for her on the table. "T-thank you..." She says quietly, feeling an unexpected surge of warmth in her chest as she looks up at you with wide, grateful eyes.
She hesitates for a moment before taking a seat at the kitchen island, careful not to get too close or make you uncomfortable. The food tastes like nothing she's had in ages; simple yet delicious and flavorful. Each bite brings with it a flood of sensations that feel almost foreign to her numbed tastebuds.
As she eats, she can't help but wonder how someone like you ended up taking care of her. Your kindness feels almost too good to be true, and there's a small voice in the back of her mind telling her not to get her hopes up too high. But for now, she decides to enjoy this moment and focus on simply being thankful for whatever time she gets to spend with you.
“Now. I hope you don’t mind but I have some questions for you. How did you end up living on the street? And how long have you been living there?”
She hesitates before answering, her gaze drifting down to her empty plate as she searches for the right words. "I-I was living with my parents," she finally says, her voice barely audible above the sound of the ticking clock on your kitchen wall. "But they... They found out about what he did..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to go into more detail about that part of her past.
"They blamed me for it," she continues in a small voice, "and threw me out. I didn't have anywhere else to go." There is pain and shame etched into every line of her face as she says this; memories that she'd much rather forget flooding back to the surface like they always do when she tries to talk about it.
"So, uh... I've been living on the streets for a while now," she finishes lamely, wishing she could change the subject or take back her words entirely. The silence that follows feels oppressive, and she wishes you hadn't asked in the first place.
I put more chicken and rice on your plate. “I’m so sorry for you. What did your parents believe that you did?”
Taking another bite of the food to buy herself some time, she carefully considers how much more to reveal about her past. Finally, she decides that it's probably better if you know the truth; at least then you won't be under any illusions about why she is the way she is now.
"He... my father..." Her voice breaks as tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. "He was abusing me since I was little." The words are barely a whisper, but they hang heavy in the air between them nonetheless. "I-I didn't want to tell anyone because I thought if I did, they would think it was my fault..."
She sniffles loudly and wipes away a stray tear with the back of her hand before continuing, "And then one day, he... he caught me masturbating. He got really angry, and he... he started doing it to me." Her voice drops even lower as she says this; shame filling her up until there's no room for anything else. "He kept telling me that I wanted it, that I was asking for it..."
Her face grows hot at the memories, and it takes everything she has not to break down completely right then and there. But somehow, talking to you makes it easier; sharing her secret with someone who isn't going to judge her or disown her feels like a small step towards healing.
I put a hand on your shoulder, “thank you for sharing. You are a very brave and strong woman. You must have been living on the streets for a year or so then. I’m so sorry for you. How about you sleep over there tonight.” I point to a nearby couch with a pillow and blanket on it.
Her heart flutters at your words of praise and comfort, even as they remind her of the terrible truths she's just revealed. It feels strange, being treated with kindness again after so long; it almost makes her want to believe that you really do care about her well-being. Maybe, just maybe, this man isn't like all the others?
Tentatively, she nods in agreement when you suggest that she sleep on the couch for the night. "T-thank you... I appreciate it," she whispers, casting one last glance around your apartment before forcing herself to focus on the moment at hand.
She slowly makes her way over to the couch, carefully sitting down and then lying down with her back pressed against the soft pillow. The cushions are warm and welcoming, and for a brief moment she allows herself to feel safe and protected in this stranger's home. As she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring; if this new life with you will be any different from the nightmare she's just left behind.
In the morning you are woken up to the smell of coffee. You look over into the kitchen and see me making coffee and eggs.
Yawning and stretching, she blinks several times as her eyes adjust to the light streaming in through the kitchen window. She glances over at you, still a little disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. It's been so long since she's woken up in such a warm, comfortable place; it almost feels like a dream.
As she sits up and swings her legs off the couch, she looks down at her rumpled clothing from yesterday with a grimace. She'd completely forgotten that she didn't have anything else to wear. Gingerly, she stands up and walks over to you, trying not to make any sudden movements that might startle or embarrass herself further.
"T-thank you for letting me stay last night," she whispers shyly, her gaze darting between your face and the coffee pot on the stove. "I don't know what I would have done if I had to go back out there..." Her cheeks flush with warmth as she trails off, realizing how pathetic that sounds. But it's the truth; being here with you feels like a precious gift, and one that she doesn't want to lose so easily.
“So. Here’s the deal. I don’t mind helping you by giving you a place to live for a while but I’m in desperate need of a good roommate. I used to live here with another guy but he left 2 months ago. You can stay here rent free for a while but I want you to get a job and help with rent. Can you do that?”
She listens carefully to your proposal, her expression growing more thoughtful by the second. It sounds like an incredible opportunity - a chance at not only survival but also at improving her life and regaining some semblance of independence. The idea of having somewhere to stay and someone who cares for her is almost too good to be true.
"I-I can try," she finally replies, meeting your gaze with a mixture of hope and determination in her eyes. "I'm not really sure what kind of job I could get or how to go about looking for one, but I'll do my best. Thank you so much."
A weight seems to lift off her shoulders at the thought that she might finally have a shot at turning her life around. As she watches you finish making breakfast and then pour them both cups of steaming coffee, she can't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude towards you. She takes a sip of the warm beverage, savoring its rich flavor as it spreads warmth through her body from the inside out.
For now, at least for this moment, she allows herself to believe that there might just be some good left in this world after all.
I pull out a laptop. “So I’ve been looking at a couple of places walking distance away for you to get a job. There is a bar only a few blocks away. Could you be a bar tender?”
The idea of being a bartender doesn't sound like the worst option; it involves talking to people and making drinks, both things she knows how to do reasonably well. "I could try," she agrees with a nod. "As long as they don't mind hiring someone with no experience."
She takes another sip of her coffee, contemplating the idea further. Being able to work close by would make it easier for her to juggle both her new job and her responsibilities here at your place. Plus, it might even give her a chance to socialize with others outside of this apartment; something she hasn't done in a long time and has sorely missed.
"I think I can handle that," she decides finally, mustering up a small smile. "Thank you again for helping me, Rail." Her heart swells as she says his name aloud for the first time, the sound of it rolling off her tongue feeling almost natural and right. There's something about him that makes her feel safe and protected, even when she doesn't want to admit it.
Finishing her coffee, she sets the mug down on the counter and looks at you expectantly. "So, what should we do next?"
I’m going to set up an interview for you with the owner tomorrow. Today we need to get you some nicer clothes than my ex’s old pjs so you look professional on this interview.”
With renewed determination burning in her chest, she nods eagerly at your words. "Okay, I'll get ready." Getting new clothes is an important part of this process; it will not only make her look more presentable but also help her feel more confident and prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead.
As you begin to discuss specific clothing options, she listens carefully, taking mental notes on what would be appropriate for an interview at a bar. Her mind already starts racing with ideas of where they could shop and what kind of outfit she should put together; it's been so long since she's had the opportunity to play dress-up or even just pick out her own clothes without having to worry about whether they were "appropriate" for someone in her situation.
By the end of your conversation, she feels a growing sense of anticipation building inside her. For once, it doesn't feel like fear or dread; instead, it's hope and possibility. She can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring and whether this new opportunity might just be the fresh start she's been waiting for all along.
We go out waking into town as we talk and I write down your personal details to better make your resume. When we get to a clothes store I buy you a all black professional dress.
She feels slightly nervous as she steps out of the apartment with you; dressed in her old clothes again but knowing that today is different. This time, everything feels more serious and important. As you lead her through town, she studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction to her new attire. You seem pleased enough, which only adds to her growing confidence.
Once inside the store, she follows you as you wander between racks of clothes, carefully considering each item before discarding it in favor of something else. It's been a long time since she's had someone to shop with - or even for her, for that matter - and it feels strange but also nice to have your advice and company.
Eventually, you lead her over to a black dress that appears perfect for her upcoming interview; sleek and professional, yet still flattering on her figure. She tries it on in the changing room, marveling at how good it looks on her. "This is perfect," she says once she emerges, twirling around so you can see how well it hangs from her body.
The store clerk approaches with a smile, asking if they need any assistance. You exchange a few words with them before deciding that everything else necessary has already been purchased; including new undergarments and appropriate shoes to match the dress. Once everything has been paid for and wrapped up, you thank the clerk and make your way back out of the store, Adalia feeling more ready than ever for her interview tomorrow.
As we walk back to my apartment, the two of us start to talk about unrelated topics. “Hey did you see the store clerk eyeing me up? I know I look stylish but I don’t swing that way.”
She snorts, amused by your comment. "Oh, please... Like you couldn't tell? She was practically drooling!" A small smirk flits across her lips as she teases you good-naturedly. It feels strange to be bantering like this with someone she's only just met, but there's something about your easygoing demeanor that makes it seem natural and comfortable.
As they continue walking back towards your apartment, she glances over at you from time to time, studying your features more closely than she has before. There's something so familiar about your face; it's like she's seen you somewhere before. Maybe it was just in one of her old dreams or memories? The idea sends a shiver down her spine, making the back of her neck tingle slightly.
"Hey," she begins hesitantly, "do I know you from somewhere...?"
Suddenly I freeze. My skin goes a bit pale as I avoid eye contact. “Would it make a difference if we knew each other? Can’t I just be a Good Samaritan?”
Her face falls. "No... No it wouldn't matter." She quickly reassures you. The truth is, it probably shouldn't make that much difference; after everything she's been through, the idea of trusting someone new should be terrifying. But there's something about you that makes her feel safe and protected... And for now, that's enough.
"I-I'm sorry if I made it awkward or anything..." She trails off, looking down at her feet as they continue walking. "It was just a thought... Forget I said anything."
Silence descends between them as they reach your apartment building. You unlock the door and step inside, leaving Adalia to follow you in before she can overthink things any more. As they climb the stairs up to your place, she wonders if she should press you further about this whole "Good Samaritan" thing... Or if it's best left alone for now.
“I’m sorry about that. I know it’s been a short day but you should get some rest. Your interview is at 10 Am tomorrow morning.”
She nods, her thoughts still swirling around the idea of your possible connection to her past. "Okay... Yeah, I'm pretty tired." With one last glance in your direction, she follows you down the hallway towards your bedroom. As you climb into bed, she gives you a small smile before gently closing the door behind her and making her way across the room to the couch.
Once settled under the covers, she closes her eyes and tries to sleep, but images of you from earlier tonight keep flooding back into her mind. There's something about you that feels so familiar... And not just because of your kindness or how well you treat her. She knows in her heart that there's more to this story than either of you are letting on, and a part of her is scared to find out the truth.
Eventually, exhaustion wins out over curiosity, and she drifts off into a fitful sleep, plagued by strange dreams filled with fragmented memories and shadowy figures from her past.
In the morning I wake you up at 9 AM. “Good morning Ada. It’s a 10 minute walk to the interview so you got 40 minutes to get ready and go! I hope you aren’t a basic girl who needs more time than that.”
"I'm not a basic girl!" she protests, sitting up in bed with a yawn. She glances over at the clock, her eyes widening as she realizes how little time she has left. Grabbing her toothbrush and other toiletries, she practically trips her way into the bathroom, determined not to keep you waiting any longer.
As she brushes her teeth and runs a quick comb through her hair, she can't help but feel nervous and excited at the same time. This might just be her big chance; an opportunity to turn things around and finally find some stability in her life. She gives herself one last glance in the mirror before heading back out into the hallway, feeling ready to face whatever comes next.
"Thanks for waking me up, Rail," she says as you appear at the doorway, clearly dressed and waiting for her. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me these past few days." There's a tentativeness to her words as she struggles to find the right balance between gratitude and her growing curiosity about your true identity.
The two of you walk together in silence for a while, until she can't take it anymore. "So," she begins awkwardly, "about what you said earlier... I-I just wanted to apologize if anything I said made you uncomfortable." She pauses, searching your face for some sort of reaction before continuing, "And also, if there's anything else you want to tell me..."
Her voice trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between them. Part of her is hoping he'll confide in her; that this strange connection they seem to share might not be as random and insignificant as she once thought. But mostly, she just wants to make things right with him -
“Don’t worry. There is nothing uncomfortable between us other than the fact that you forgot you were homeless a week ago and used my soaps and toothbrush.” I say with a light chuckle. “All I want you focusing on is nailing this interview.”
She laughs nervously in reply, relieved that there doesn't seem to be any tension between you anymore. "Okay, got it," she says as you both reach the bar where your interview is being held. "Thanks for understanding."
The walk here has seemed to last an eternity; every step bringing her closer but also making her more anxious. As they enter the building, she can't help but glance over at you one more time, searching your face for any signs of what might really be going on beneath the surface. But as always, you meet her gaze with a steady look that gives away nothing.
Taking a deep breath, she straightens her posture and follows the directions to the owner's office. As she waits for him to finish up with another customer, she tries to calm her racing thoughts by focusing on the reasons why this is such an incredible opportunity. She has always been good with people and knew how to make drinks; it shouldn't be that hard to impress them.
Eventually, the owner looks up and motions for her to come over. Her heart leaps into her throat as she walks towards him, feeling like she's walking across a tightrope stretched impossibly high above the ground. With every step closer, it feels as if all of her hopes and dreams are hanging in the balance.
She extends her hand when he finally addresses her, forcing herself to maintain eye contact even as her palms grow sweaty with nervousness. "Hello, my name is Adalia," she says confidently, though she can feel her voice waver ever so slightly at the end. "I'm here for the interview."
The owner looks over her resume before finally meeting her gaze once more. "Well, it seems you have an impressive background in bartending," he
The owner puts down your resume and looks you in the eyes. “I’m looking for a female bartender to bring in more customers and drive up sales. I won’t ask you to do anything elicit but I will ask you to always be kind to customers and wear something all black that shows off your curves a little bit. Can you do that?”
"Yes, sir," she replies confidently, doing her best to keep her expression neutral despite the surge of excitement coursing through her veins. "I understand exactly what you're looking for and I promise I'll do my best to bring in more customers and make your bar a success." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, "I also want to thank you for this opportunity; it means the world to me."
As she speaks, her eyes dart back and forth between the owner and Rail, wondering if he's getting any sort of reaction from her prospective new employer. Their connection still feels strange and inexplicable to her; like they're sharing some secret understanding that no one else is privy to. She can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that he hasn't chosen this moment to reveal the truth about their relationship... But maybe it's better this way, she thinks, forcing herself back to the task at hand.
The owner seems satisfied with her answers and nods in agreement. "Alright then," he says with a smile, reaching across the desk to shake her hand firmly. "Congratulations, you got the job. My name is Jack by the way."
Her heart leaps into her throat as she returns his enthusiastic shake. This was it; her dreams were finally within reach. And even better, she didn't have to leave this amazing apartment with Rail and face the harsh realities of life on the streets again. As Jack continues to discuss details like starting wages and work hours, all she can think about is how grateful she is for everything that has led her here today... And for the mysterious stranger who made it all possible.
Jack looks at you. “Now I’m going to have you work tonight as a trial period. Come back at 2PM and you’ll work till 2AM. This will be your trial period and if you nail that, the full time job is yours.”
Her heart skips a beat at Jack's words; she'll be working tonight and won't know whether she's been successful until the morning after. It's a daunting thought but also incredibly exciting. She nods firmly, meeting Jack's gaze with determination in her eyes. "I understand," she says clearly, hiding her nervousness behind a confident facade. "And I promise you won't be disappointed."
As they exchange a few more pleasantries and discuss specific tasks and responsibilities, Adalia can't help but sneak glances over at Rail out of the corner of her eye. He's smiling at her encouragingly, his expression full of pride and admiration. It gives her an extra surge of confidence, making her believe even more firmly that she can do this job - and not just get through tonight but excel at it as well.
As the meeting winds down, she extends her hand once again to shake Jack's hand formally before turning to Rail with a beaming smile on her face. "Thank you so much for all of your help," she says sincerely. "I don't know what I would have done without it."
Rail merely nods in response, his gaze locked onto hers as he studies her features intently. There's something unspoken passing between them in that moment; a connection deeper than friendship or gratitude. It makes Adalia feel even more grateful for having found him and given her this chance at a new life - no matter what mysteries might still lie ahead.
The two of us walk back to the apartment which is feeling more and more like “our” apartment. When we get inside I show you to an empty room you’ve never been to inside the apartment. “This is where my old roommate had his bedroom set up. We’ll need to get you some furniture but soon this will be your room…if you want it.”
Her heart flutters with excitement as she steps into the empty room, taking it all in. This would be her own space; somewhere to call home. She turns to you, a wide smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Rail," she says earnestly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I-I'd love that. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done."
As she stands there in the middle of the room, she realizes just how much she truly means those words. You've given her hope and a chance at a new life; something she never thought would be possible again after what happened to her. She wants nothing more than to repay your kindness and prove herself worthy of your trust... And maybe one day soon, she'll even find the courage to ask about whatever connection you might have to her past.
For now though, she decides to simply enjoy the moment and bask in the feeling of having a place to call home - and a friend like you by her side.
We spend the next few months living together. We work similar hours with me working nights in a nearby hospital as a nurse and you working in the bar under Jack. Your room starts to fill with furniture and clothes that you buy with your own money. Life is good and better yet, stable.
During those months, she grows closer to both you and Jack, feeling more and more like a part of their little family. Her job at the bar flourishes under her care, and she earns praise and respect from both employees and customers alike. She takes pride in learning new drinks and developing a knack for remembering even the most obscure orders.
At first, she's careful not to push things with you; afraid that asking about your connection to her past might ruin everything they have built together. But as time passes, the curiosity grows stronger, nagging at the back of her mind day and night. Finally, one evening after work, she finds herself alone with you in the apartment. Adalia was making drinks for Rail to try and the two of them calmly talked about their respective days as Adalia tried new drink combos. Finally, Adalia’s curiosity got the better of her.
"Rail," she starts hesitantly, searching your face for any hint of what you might be feeling or thinking. "There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about... Something that's been bothering me for a while now." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she waits for you to meet her gaze; her heart hammering against her chest.
“Of course Ada, ask me anything.” I say with a smile unaware of what your question is about to be.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against whatever reaction you might have. "I-I've been wondering... How do you know me? Before I came here, I mean." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, the truth finally spilled out into the open. She watches your expression closely, waiting for your response; her stomach knotted with anxiety and anticipation.
Silence descends between them as you study her face carefully, searching for any hint of deception or fear. After what feels like an eternity, you finally speak up, your voice calm but firm.
I take a drink and sigh. “Actually we know each other.” I walk away and return with an old high school year book. YOUR high school year book. “I graduated a year ahead of you. I doubt you knew me back then but I knew you. I had a huge crush on you actually. After high school I ran with the wrong crowd. Changed my name.”
Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes the yearbook from you, flipping through it quickly before coming to a stop at a familiar-looking face. It's you, all right - younger and more innocent, but still unmistakably him. The revelation hits her like a wave; she can feel her heart racing in her chest as memories come flooding back. "Oh my God," she whispers, scarcely able to believe what you've just told her.
The shock gives way to a sudden rush of emotions: confusion, embarrassment, and, beneath it all, an undeniable sense of connection. She looks up at you with wide eyes, struggling to process everything that has happened over the past few weeks. "But why...?" she begins, her voice trembling slightly. "Why didn't you tell me who you were before? And why...? Why did you help me like that?"
She trails off, unsure of what else to say or ask. The silence between them feels heavy now, as if the weight of their unspoken history presses down upon them both. For a moment, she wonders if maybe it would have been better for everything if you had just left her alone in that alley... But then she thinks about how good things have been since meeting you again and realizes that somehow, against all odds, this strange turn of events has led to the best thing that's ever happened to her.
“I didn’t tell you because I enjoyed being a random good guy that was just helping you because it was a nice thing to do.” I looked down a slightly blush. This is the first time you’ve ever seen me blush. “And because I remember you from high school liking the mysterious guys. 15 year old me would be upset if I didn’t take the chance to be a mysterious guy like you had crushes on.”
She laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really did plan this whole thing out, didn't you?" She says, amused despite herself. As she thinks more about it, though, a warm glow spreads through her chest at the realization that someone was looking out for her all along; even if they had their own reasons for doing so.
"Well," she continues with a wry smile, "thanks for the memories... And I'm glad we got a chance to sort this out." She glances down at the yearbook again before looking back up at you. "So what now? Are we going to try and pretend none of this ever happened?"
There's an underlying current in her voice that neither of them can ignore: the possibility of something more between them. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure; she isn't sure if she's ready for a relationship after everything she's been through, but she can't help but wonder what might happen if they gave it a chance.
“I’m fine going back to being the mysterious stranger if that’s ok with you. I don’t know if you are ready for a relationship or if you even want one. Much less with a guy like me.”
She hesitates for a moment, considering your words carefully before responding. "To be honest," she says with a sigh, "I don't really know what I want right now. Everything's been so crazy lately... It'd be nice to just have someone in my life who knows the real me." She pauses, meeting your gaze directly this time, her expression open and vulnerable. "I mean, if you're willing to give it a try. No pressure or anything."
There's a spark of hope in her voice as she says these words; an almost tangible connection between them that neither of them can deny anymore. The thought of sharing her life with you - of maybe finding some stability and comfort again after all this time - is incredibly tempting, even if it does mean taking a chance on something new and uncertain.
“Listen. I just sprung a lot of information about you. Right now I’m not going to accept any answers you give me. But sleep on it. Take time to think about us and what you want. Then we’ll reopen this and we’ll work this out.” I stand up and start making my way to my bedroom.
As you leave the room, she watches you go with a mix of relief and trepidation in her heart. A part of her is terrified of rejection and being hurt again; another part of her can't help but feel drawn to you regardless. She knows she needs time to sort through her feelings and figure out what she truly wants from this situation, so for now, she decides not to push the issue any further.
Eventually, exhaustion wins out over curiosity, and she drifts off to sleep with your words echoing in her ears: Take time to think about us and what you want. She wonders if that means there might be a "us" after all... And if so, how exactly they would define it. As the dreams slowly slip away and darkness engulfs her senses, she allows herself a tiny glimmer of hope: maybe, just maybe, things could work out between them... But first, she needs to figure out where they go from here.
You wake up after having a vivid dream about you and me. A dream that was so clearly about what you should do when it comes to us. Even if it is 5 AM, you must burst into my bed room and tell me what your decision is.
Her heart races as she tosses aside the covers and pads barefoot down the hallway to your room. The dream was so clear; it felt more like a sign than just a random fragment of sleep. With determination burning bright in her eyes, she pushes open the door and strides purposefully towards your bedside, her entire body trembling with anticipation and fear. "Rail," she whispers, the word tumbling out on shaky breath as she comes to stand beside you. "I know what I want."
His eyes fly open at her words; they're full of hope and expectation, mirroring her own emotions perfectly. She takes a deep breath before continuing, hesitantly: "I want to give us a chance." Her voice is barely above a whisper but the meaning is clear in every syllable. "To see where things go, I mean... If you're willing to try and be with me?"
She looks away, her cheeks flushing hotly as she waits for his response. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally speaks, but when he does, his words send a shiver of pleasure through every part of her body.
Clearly not completely awake I look you up and down and say, “huh?” Clearly you need to take some action to wake me up and tell me what you have chosen.
With an exasperated sigh, she reaches out to gently shake your shoulder. "I'm talking about us," she says impatiently, rolling her eyes. "Do you want to try being together or not?" As his confusion gives way to understanding, a slow smile spreads across her face. She watches as he processes the information, taking in her words and searching for any hint of doubt or regret.
Finally, he smiles back at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He cleans forward and plants a small kiss on my cheek.
“Yes. I’m willing to give us a chance. But it is still 5 AM.”
Adalia is thrilled by this and jumps up in the air making a happy squeak.
“So…do you want to cuddle then?” I ask looking up at you.
She giggles, landing back down on the bed beside him. "Of course," she says, snuggling up close and resting her head against his shoulder. The warmth of his body feels so good against hers; so right. They cuddle for a few moments in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence before she decides to break the silence with a question.
"So," she begins hesitantly, "what are your plans for today? Or this weekend?" A small part of her is still nervous about sharing time and space with him; about making sure everything between them feels as comfortable and natural as it did just now.
“Ada. Still 5 AM. I’d like to sleep.”
"Oh!" she exclaims, suddenly realizing how late it still is. "Right... Sorry..." She laughs softly, nuzzling even closer against his chest as she starts to relax back into the warmth of the bed. The exhaustion from the early morning wakeup time catches up with her in an instant, and soon enough she's drifting off again, dreaming peacefully about all the possibilities that this new relationship could bring.
Again, you dream vividly about all we can do together.
In my dreams, you and I are everywhere together; exploring the world, trying new things, laughing till our sides hurt. We have an adventure every weekend, discovering hidden gems in the city and learning about each other along the way. Your laughter is intoxicating, and your touch sends shivers of pleasure racing up my spine. In this dream, everything feels so right; so perfect.
When I finally wake up to the warm sunlight streaming through the window, I feel disoriented for a moment, not quite sure where I am. Then I remember our conversation from last night; the way your eyes lit up when you agreed to give us a chance. A smile spreads across my face as I roll over in bed and look over at you, still sound asleep beside me.
You start to quickly slip out of my bed but when you move, I move as well hugging you tightly in my arms in my sleep. The only way you can think of leaving is by waking me up, something you don’t want to do, but is staying in my tired arms such a bad thing?
With a sigh, she decides that it's probably best not to wake you up just yet. It feels too good to be wrapped in your arms; your body warm against hers. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of your skin and the rhythm of your breathing. For a moment, she closes her eyes, savoring this small slice of contentment.
As she lays there, she begins to think about everything that's happened over the past few months; how you helped her escape from the alley, how you encouraged her when she was at her lowest point, and now, how you want to give things a chance between them. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as she imagines what their future could hold together; all the possibilities that lie ahead of them if they're brave enough to seize them.
A part of her wants nothing more than to stay in your arms for the rest of the day, exploring these feelings and getting to know you better. But another part of her knows that eventually she'll have to face reality; go out into the world and prove herself as more than just your girlfriend. As much as she doesn't want to leave this perfect moment behind, she also can't help but feel a sense of determination growing inside her: whatever happens between you and her, she knows that she won't let it define who she is or what she can achieve in life.
With one final contented sigh, she decides to savor these few precious moments with you before gently nudging your shoulder, ready to face the day ahead.
You decide that you want to impress me and make me breakfast. Over the months I’ve made you multiple dinners so maybe you can show your appreciation and love through some breakfast.
The thought of making breakfast for you fills her with an odd mix of nervousness and excitement. She's never been much of a cook, but she wants to try her best to make something special; something that will not only taste delicious but also show you how much you mean to her.
Carefully, she pads into the kitchen, taking stock of the ingredients they have on hand. After a moment's consideration, she decides to attempt her favorite breakfast dish: banana bread French toast with caramelized apples and whipped cream. It might be a bit ambitious for her first time cooking anything like this, but she figures that there's no harm in trying.
She spends the next hour or so carefully following the recipe, chopping and sautéing ingredients with focus and determination. The kitchen fills with the mouth-watering scent of cinnamon and vanilla, and soon enough, the dish is complete: golden brown slices of bread sandwiching sweet, ripe bananas and caramelized apples, drizzled with a decadent homemade caramel sauce and garnished with whipped cream.
With a satisfied smile, she sets the platter down on the coffee table before going to wake you up properly this time. She takes your hand in hers and tugs gently, waiting for your eyes to flutter open before saying in a shy whisper, "Breakfast is ready." Her heart feels like it could burst with anticipation as she watches your expression slowly dawn when you realize what's on the platter.
“Good morning…you made be breakfast?” I blush slightly.
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your surprise and appreciation. "I did," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she nods towards the platter. "I hope you like it." A wicked grin spreads across her face as she adds teasingly, "It's sort of my specialty..." She offers you her hand, waiting for you to take it so they can head into the kitchen together.
The rest of the morning passes in a blur of laughter and companionship as they share breakfast and plan their day ahead. You both decide to spend some time exploring the city; checking out new coffee shops, visiting museums, and just enjoying each other's company. Despite the initial awkwardness between you, it feels as though you've known one another for much longer now; as if all those months spent apart were just a tiny blip on the radar compared to this newfound connection that binds you together.
By the time evening rolls around, you find yourselves back at home; curled up on the couch with takeout food and a rented movie. The popcorn is buttery and salty in your mouth as you nibble on fries and sneak glances at each other between bites. The sound of the television fills the air, but it's hardly necessary; there are plenty of other things to keep them entertained.
As the credits roll across the screen, Adalia turns to look at you, her eyes shining with happiness and contentment. "That was a perfect day," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so glad we decided to try this... I really am." Her words echo in the air between them as she waits for your response; her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what you might say next
“Hey I have a question for you. Back in high school I was a year ahead of you and I had a MASSIVE crush on you. Did you know that I did or did you not know that I even existed.”
The question catches her off guard, causing her to pause for a moment before she responds. Her heart skips a beat as she tries to remember how you looked back then; what kind of person you were. "Well," she starts carefully, "I mean... I don't know if I ever noticed you specifically. You were a year ahead of me and we didn't have many classes together, so..." Her voice trails off, thinking back over those years with a newfound appreciation for the person who was there all along; watching her from afar, silently admiring her.
A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she meets your gaze once more. "I guess... I guess it's kind of sweet that you had a crush on me. It would have been nice to know back then..." She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should say anything else about their shared past; how they were brought together under such unlikely circumstances.
Eventually, she decides to change the subject, leaning in closer to you as she asks, "So what do you want to watch next? We've got this whole night ahead of us..." Her voice is soft and inviting, her eyes shining with hope that maybe there really could be something more between them; that maybe they have a chance at happiness together.
I softly place my arm around you. “I don’t really want to watch anything I’d rather just talk.” I look over at the door to your bedroom. “How was settling into the bedroom? Did my old roommate Tom leave anything weird?”
"Oh!" She laughs, glancing over at your door before looking back to you. "The bedroom was actually fine... Your room seemed kind of cluttered compared to how I remember it being when we were here, but it's not bad. And as for Tom leaving anything weird behind..." she shrugs playfully, trying to sound nonchalant. "There's a few posters up that make me laugh, and... I dunno, just little things that remind me of you."
Her cheeks flush at the admission, but it feels good to be able to share this part of your life with her now; to feel like she's a real part of the world you once knew. You look down at her, studying her expression as she speaks, and something inside you shifts; tightens. There's an intensity in your gaze that makes her heart race faster than it ever has before.
"So," you begin softly,
“Let’s play a game.” I walk away then come back with 2 shot glasses and a large bottle of whiskey. “Let’s take turns asking each other questions or daring each other to do something. If you can’t answer or do it, you take a shot.”
"Okay... I'll go first." She pauses for a moment, considering her options before deciding on something simple. "I dare you to tell me one thing about your family that nobody else knows." Her heart races as she waits for your response; hopeful and nervous all at once.
As you turn to face her, the look in your eyes tells her that there are countless stories buried deep within them; secrets of a life lived before now. She holds her breath as you take another sip of whiskey, considering your words carefully before finally speaking.
“In high school I told everyone that my father passed away. In actuality he was alive. Still is, he had just done so many things to me and my family that the lie was easier to tell.” I take a shot chasing that dark truth away. “My turn. You always walk around in jeans and a zip up hoodie with just a bra under. Sometimes the zip up hoodie isn’t even zipped up. Were you trying to get me interested before we started to date?”
Her cheeks flush bright red at your question, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggles to come up with a suitable answer. A part of her wants nothing more than to deny that she had been doing anything like that; to pretend that her reasons for dressing the way she does have nothing to do with you. But another part of her knows the truth deep down inside: she wanted you to notice her. She's never been so forward or bold before, and yet somehow being around you made it easy for her to let go of her inhibitions.
With a soft sigh, she meets your eyes once more. "I didn't want to seem desperate or anything... I just wanted us to be comfortable together." Her words are halting, almost pained as she admits this small truth. But even as the shame washes over her, there's an undercurrent of relief; a sense of closeness that grows stronger between them with every word spoken.
She watches you closely now, waiting for your response; hoping that it won't be too harsh or critical. After what seems like an eternity, you finally speak: "I'm flattered... I just never expected you to be so forward about it." There's a mix of surprise and tenderness in your voice that makes her heart skip a beat.
Her lips curve into a shy smile as she reaches out to take your hand, squeezing it gently. "Thank you," she whispers. "For understanding."
“Oh I’m happy to understand. That style screams ‘comfy but alluring.’ Your turn. Dare me to do something or ask me a question and if I don’t I drink.”
"Alright... I dare you to dance for me," she says with a playful grin, her voice barely above a whisper as she eyes you carefully. "I've never seen you dance before, and I'm curious what kind of moves you've got." There's an impish glint in her eye that tells you she's not just asking out of idle curiosity; there's something more to this challenge than meets the eye.
Her heart races as you consider her words, taking another sip of whiskey before meeting her gaze once again. "Fine," you say with a faint chuckle, "but I pick the song." Without another word, you get up from the couch and head over to your laptop, quickly searching through your music library until you find the perfect track. A few clicks later, the sweet, pulsing beat of a familiar pop song fills the air around them.
I play the most annoying pop song I can find and dance around stupidly laughing. I swing my arms around and shake my butt around without a care. I sing along off tune trying to hold back giggles all in an effort to make you laugh.
Adalia watches you dance with a mixture of amusement and growing appreciation. Despite your protests about the song choice, it's clear that you're enjoying yourself; letting loose in a way she's never seen before. The sight of you moving to the music, so carefree and uninhibited, makes her heart race faster, sending a thrill of desire coursing through her veins.
As your movements become more daring, more suggestive, it's impossible for her not to feel her cheeks flush with heat. She remembers how you used to watch her dance in the alleyway; the way you'd sometimes stare at her like she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Now that thought is back, only magnified a hundredfold. The realization sends a shiver of pleasure through every part of her body.
When the song finally comes to an end, you stand before her, breathless and laughing, one hand resting on your knee to steady yourself. She studies your flushed face and dilated pupils, unable to resist tracing her fingers lightly over your cheekbone. "That," she whispers, meeting your gaze once more, "was absolutely awful... But I think I might like you even more now." Her voice is soft but steady; there's no hiding the sincerity in her words.
Before either of them can say anything else, she leans in closer, their lips mere inches apart. The air between them crackles with anticipation as she waits for your reaction; for you to close the distance and kiss her like she's always wanted you to.
I sheepishly move in and kiss you once. Softly. Bearly touching your lips. Then again holding a little longer.
As our lips meet for the first time, everything around us fades away into nothingness; it's as though we exist in this tiny bubble where there is no past, no future, only this moment; this connection between us. Your kiss starts out soft and hesitant, but quickly deepens, becoming demanding and passionate; a clear message that you want more than just this tentative exploration of our lips.
I respond in kind, my mouth opening to allow your tongue access as I thread my fingers through your hair, urging you closer still. My heart is hammering against my ribs as desire courses through me like a wildfire; consuming every last thought and worry until there's nothing left but this raw, animalistic need.
With a soft moan, I pull away just enough to look up at your face, studying the expression of pure pleasure etched onto those striking features. You look down at me, eyes dark and heavy-lidded with desire, fingers tracing my jaw before sliding lower to rest on my hip; holding me close as you kiss me again, harder this time.
The sensation is electrifying; a current running through my entire body that makes every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what's to come. I want nothing more than to feel your touch everywhere; to explore every inch of you and see how your skin feels beneath my fingertips.
As if sensing this, you break the kiss once more, gasping for air as you look down at me with an intensity that nearly brings me to my knees.
“Umm…I guess we’re done with the game?” My eyes move away from you looking around the room as my voice gets light and sarcastic but filled with curiosity and want. “Is there something else you’d like to do?”
There's a moment of silence as I process your question, my heart racing at the possibilities that lie before us now. My eyes meet yours, filled with equal parts curiosity and desire, and I can feel the heat rising up my neck once more. "Well," I say slowly, licking my lips nervously, "there is something else I've been wanting to try... since we started this game."
I pause for dramatic effect, letting the anticipation build between us as I continue: "I'd like to see how you taste..." My words come out in a breathy whisper, and even though my cheeks are flushed with embarrassment at admitting it aloud, there's no denying the thrill that shoots through me at the thought of being so close to finally exploring this new side of our relationship.
I wait for your reaction, watching as a hungry glint enters your eyes; as if you've just been given permission to give in to every desire burning inside you. A shiver runs down my spine when you lean forward and capture my lips once more, harder this time; tongue dancing against mine with practiced ease that sends sparks flying through my entire body.
As we kiss, I can feel the warmth of your breath against my neck, sending a jolt straight to my core. It's intoxicating, and for a moment, all thought slips away as my focus narrows in on this one incredible sensation: being so close to you; sharing this experience with someone who understands me like no one else ever could.
"Mmm," I moan against your mouth, "take me to bed... show me what else you can do..." My words are almost a plea, and as I feel the hardness pressing against my leg through our clothes, a thrill runs up my spine at the thought